I once bought a quarter of mushrooms because I was going to do them with a friend of mine. We would each take an eighth, one half at first, then the other half hours later, as we were known to do. Anyways, I start munching on them and my friend bails last minute. So over the course of probably 10 hours I ate all of it by myself and went on on a Facebook tangent about Mark Zuckerberg being the second coming of Christ. Then I go outside and play in the snow thinking it was raining diamonds, then I go to the bathroom and proceed to walk around in circles losing my mind. Shapes and textures were starting to manifest on the walls and they started spinning, but I was having a great time just geeking the fuck out. Then I found an ingrown hair on my tummy-tum and decided to pop it. Well, this is where the shrooms turned on me. I had gotten it out, but I was convinced there was more. So I kept at it until I saw what looked like a worm come out and start wiggling. Then I felt this really hot flushing feeling come over me and start coursing through my veins. I immediately started to panic. So I ran upstairs to my room and laid on my bed looking for the mellowest music to listen to to maybe calm me down. I chose Coldplay. The red sheets I was laying on started to seem like a blood red sea that I was sinking into and I was getting really hot, so I stripped butt naked and opened the window. This wasn't cooling me down, so I start to actually lean out the window all the while thinking "I'm like one of those fucked up statistics where people take too much psychedelics and jump from windows". The sun was starting to come up and it made the trees look like they were on fire. I kept trying to tell myself that it was a bad trip, shrooms won't kill you, and that I was going to be alright. Not working. So instead I sat in corner and rocked myself to sleep saying "Jesus is love" over and over and over. I don't even believe in God. Then I passed the fuck out and swore off shrooms for years. I've done them a few times since, but now I just nibble. I'm terrified of having an intense trip again. I haven't done them for like 2 years and probably won't do them again. That one bad trip kind of ruined psychedelics for me, which sucks, they're a lot of fun.

Kinda. I guess I shouldn't say fear as much as "shock and awe". I was kneeling with my hands on my head crying because of the sensory overload. It wasnt painful or scary, but rather just too much going in at once.

Feel that. My last few acid trips were way too intense. Basically blanked out for maybe hours at a time (maybe minutes) with my thoughts working like one of those stroke infomercials where you see the words blur on the screen and the letters get all mixed up, except it was happening in my thoughts. And I couldn't for the life of me remember what was going on with me, I basically spent hours going what is acid am I on acid what is acid and trying to google it on my phone only to not be able to read the articles forgetting about what I was doing and then repeating the same thing. Not bad bad, though the initial realization that oh fuck this is going to be strong did induce some panic, but just weirdly out of control with zero comprehension of what was happening.

The first time I was on LSD I remember the vibrations just got way too intense for me that i actually started getting a headache. My room increasingly started to dissolve in waves of patterns so once that got too overwhelming I just decided to chill on my bed and close my eyes and enjoy watching the cool close eyed visuals. The gibberish and soupy thoughts came after that but I remember listening to music and despite not knowing wtf any of it meant it made perfect sense and i was so amazed that i couldn't stop smiling. I also half remember looking at a poster in my room and i saw a banana and started hearing jungle drums in the distance idk.

It was before my freshman year started when everyone had just moved into the dorms and my friend invited me to do some. I just walked around the dorms (that I didn't live in) and talked to everyone cause I was like "I'm dead so my actions have no consequences". Met two roommates both named Matt and that fucked me up.

I somehow lost my friend and wandered back to my apartment where my sister and her boyfriend were my roommates. Usually my sister is at home and her boyfriend are at work but when I got him he was at home napping and she was at work (she worked like once a week), so I was like "well this isn't my reality so I'm definitely dead". I thought that he was just a placeholder in that reality because I couldn't interact with him.

I went "Hey Seth, are you real?" and he woke up confused as fuck. Then he realized what was going on and laid me down on the sofa until my sister came home.

It was an incredibly dumb thing to do because I had no idea how much I ate.

I remember 7 tabs of some very nice acid dosed at 150ug each. I actually forgot a lot of things during the trip. Took me like 3 hours before I realized I could go to the bathroom and pee and I wouldn't feel like I had to pee. I was talking and thinking to myself in gibberish for just about the whole time.

Ah yes. The gibberish. I took lsd with my brother and my best friend and his girlfriend one time. About halfway through, I had an out of body experience while talking with my brother and was able to watch the convo from two feet away.

The words made no sense whatsoever. His nor mine.

I simply said, "yeah that's what i know I think but also don't really nice not"

He replied with, "yeah but what if we think maybe"

Clearly I didn't lend to the idea that we wanted any, but we agreed that we needed to get our chew from the car.

I shit you not, the words made no sense, but we were on the same page. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced.

I remember I dipped maybe 5-6 times with some pretty basic chew. I enjoyed the buzz and taste so when my pal who chews gave me some of his harsher stuff I took it. Nearly puked and had to sip on OJ and crackers, stopped dipping when I realized that taste would become normal to me.

You're my soul mate. I've done that many tabs on a multitude of occasions. My favourite part is where you lose your fucking mind and forget how to speak and form words so you try to speak by some fucking weird form of impromptu sign language and grunting. Then the weird epiphanies start coming. Oh shit, I have hands?GUYS, I HAVE FEET TOO. Loved every moment of going full retard on 7 tabs. Wish I wasn't on mobile so I could drop some great stories. Only bad part is the acid shits when you don't know if it's a fart or not. Oh, and the jaw spasms suck when you forget about them when you've got your tongue between your teeth.

Hahahaha. There was this one time I was tripping balls at a Potbelly sandwich shop and ended up going to the bathroom to pee 3 times because each time I left the bathroom i wasn't sure if I had actually peed or not

Or when you are chewing gum and forget what gum is so you get really freaked out because you think you're eating your lips. Or better yet, when you forgot that you ate a full bag of flaming hot fritos and the fact that your poo is bloody red is because of the food dye, not that you're dying

I was completely broken one time, running on default instincts only. So gone my friends were handing me a lamp and I'd look at it, get hurt by the bright light, look away, lose all my thoughts then default back to looking at it then repeat. They said they'd stopped talking and just looked at them for a good twenty minutes!

Thanks for the tips! I have a buddy that's tripping with me as well, and it won't be his first rodeo. He's setting up a safe space for us, and I'm hoping we can do a late night walk near his place. Thanks for the well wishes! I'll try to update you after the trip!

I always think to myself in gibberish on acid. Gibberish and noises and faint music just out of my hearing range. It all makes sense to me at the time, but talking to people who aren't tripping often doesn't go so well.

Not trying to necessarily change your mind, but I felt, as an anxiety and panic attack sufferer myself, I'd give you my experience.

They were simply amazing. Nothing like weed. Totally different trip, totally different high. Really eye opening, mind boggling experience. But that wasn't the best part for me.

The best part for me was that for two full weeks after taking them, my anxiety was the lowest it had been for a decade. I actually knew what it felt like to feel happiness and contentment, for once. It was beautiful, and life changing. I still struggle with anxiety, but knowing that I even have the capacity to feel how I did those two weeks after trying shrooms... It helps so very much.

Now, don't just go out and take them because I said all this - YMMV and they affect everyone differently, but it truly changed my life.

SAME! thought I was going to hate the trip / comedown when in reality I never felt more at peace in my life the night I did it and the following few weeks after. I know they are starting trials for using them as antidepressants / anti anxiety meds but I doubt it gets far legally. I try to explain this to people who haven't ever tried shrooms (from conservative Midwest) and nobody can understand the feeling unless you've done it and felt the calmness.

Adding on to this. Shrooms changed my brain chemistry for the better. I wasn't diagnosed with depression but I had a lot of internal struggles pre-shrooms. My first trip included many epiphanies and just being one with the universe. Post-shroom I am more content and everyone who meets me explains me as "chill" which is s newer phenomena. I don't feel as bothered by things. I try to tell my friends (who don't do drugs) my experience and they roll their eyes. I still can't smoke weed due to the paranoia it gives me. Also I'm an advocate of safe and moderate MDMA use! I hate to say it but drugs might have made me a better person!

I have what I guess is a story of the other end of the experience. It is a kind of long story but one I have hoped to tell for a while.

Last year me and some friends had two apartments above and below each other. The people I loved with often did various drugs, mainly shrooms, acid, weed. This one particular night we were all hanging out at the upper apartment and they decided to do shrooms. I never did anything because my work but I still hung out with them when they did and it was usually a good time. This time we had a new person who was the brother of a friend or something like that and he decided to give the whole shrooms thing a go. I will call him Jim for this story.

About an hour in we were all just chilling and watching IASIP on the TV and it was a good time. All of a sudden Jim got up and started wandering around the living room. He eventually straight up passed out on the floor for a moment and then stumbled up and grabbed his car keys and tried to get to the door. It was obvious that he was in no state to drive or be in public, so we got his keys away from him and at about that time he fell to the floor and started jerking around and saying the same four words over and over. Not good.

At this point it was clear to everyone that he needed to be at the hospital about 10 minutes ago. We luckily lived just a couple of minutes from the major hospital in the city so my roommate who also was on nothing drove him there. I have wondered if we should have called an ambulance but he later thanked us for not since his insurance wouldn't cover it.

So my roommate, Jim, and a friend of mine had all gone to the hospital to help him and I was at the apartment with two other people who were mid shrooms trip. They were actually both still having a good time so I was more just concerned about Jim's status.

And then things got worse. What I didn't expect is that the police would be at the hospital already for something else. They asked my roommate for our address, but he didn't give it because anyone in this city is aware, they had no intentions of nicely checking up on us. They ended up forcing the information of our address out of our woefully understaffed hospital and it's employees. They went as far as to pull people away from treating Jim who was having seizures until they got what they wanted.

This resulted in me getting a knock at the door, and finding a group of officers on the other side. I was obviously not on anything, but the two others had no hope of appearing sober in front of officers. They ended up taking away the two of them. I was the only one who escaped charges that night, including my roommate who was on nothing but was doing the right thing by getting Jim the help he needed.

I don't know about your state, but in mine, that's illegal. If you call 911 or otherwise seek out emergency assistance for a friend on drugs, you have full amnesty from any possession charges of the drugs in question, and they can't arrest you. It's meant to encourage people to call about overdoses and medical emergencies to help save lives.

On another note, Jesus, what kind of shrooms were these and how much did he have? That sounds like a startlingly averse reaction. Had s/he mixed it with anything?

All of the charges ended up getting dropped except for the ones against the main renter of the upper apartment who was there with us. He spent that night in jail and ended up getting some heavy fines. He also got fired from his job because of what they put on his record.

As far as what caused the reaction, nobody is sure even still. He took the same kind, amount, and everything as the other people did that night. Nothing was mixed. If I had to guess I would say it was closer to a very unusual allergic reaction or maybe just he had some underlying issues. He ended up being fine which was a relief to us all, but none of us have done anything since.

I was depressed for the longest time. Years and years. Then me and a friend (also somewhat depressed) read about shrooms. Well, luckily they grow in the wild here, so we went on a little excursion. We dried them and then sat on them for a few months, perhaps a bit afraid Idk. But around Christmas time we finally manned up.

Let me tell you, it was the best decision I ever made. We just sat on his couch for hours watching this video with the music on low on the background. It was so warm and fuzzy, it was like I was there, and everything was perfect. We sat there and talked about life, love, Power Rangers, the nature of existence, astrophysics and more Power Rangers. I felt happiness, pure happiness like I was a kid about to finally open my Christmas presents after waiting all day. A feeling I couldn't even remember. Then when we were starting to come down slightly, we went outside and walked around the neighborhood looking at the colorful Christmas lights. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life.

We didn't even take that much, just slight hallucinations. Faces were acting a little weird patterns on walls were moving a bit. Never lost touch with reality or anything. But it affected me for months afterwards. I could see the possibilities in front of me again. I could enjoy things again. It was like my brain had been rebooted, and all the excess system garbage had been cleared away. It did fade away a bit eventually, and I have had a few bouts of depression since, but I never reached the same level as I was at before.

So glad to hear you're improving. Heartwarming stories like this are precisely why I let people know that it's an option. I'm very careful to bring up set and setting, I'm careful to tell them to do their research and make sure they dose responsibly, and I am always sure to mention that they never, ever need to feel any pressure to do them if they don't want to - I mean, hell, I had the same thoughts about psychedelics at one point in my life, and I still feel that way about antidepressants - but I want them to know it's an option that's there for them.

It's definitely in the top 5 "most important things to happen to me" and of those five, its the only one that can be considered an unequivocal good. It changed my thoughts in a number of philosophical arenas, it showed me a whole new way of perceiving and understanding the world and myself, but most importantly, it taught me how to be happy and content again. It taught me that my brain still knows how to do that - I still have the circuits wired up, and that it wasn't the last time I'd be happy - and that's been absolutely fundamental in my pursuit to rid myself of anxiety. Just the understanding that, hey, your circuitry still knows how to do the whole happy thing - that was huge for me. And it's not something that I feel the need to do again, either. I'd like to, maybe once or twice more, if the mood strikes, but I never once had the feeling that this stuff is what I need to be happy. It was quite the opposite. It taught me that the stuff you need to be happy is inside you, it's always there, and you have the power to make that happen.

It was one of the strangest, most beautiful experiences of my life. I definitely felt like a child again - I totally get what you're saying there. Like, my behavior wasn't goal oriented like it is in my normal day-to-day. Or, to put it better, it was goal oriented, but my goal was to have fun - to be curious, to be happy, and to pursue things that I enjoyed. I played Super Mario Sunshine for hours without getting a damn thing done - I tried to climb a tree for some coins, I drove the boat around in Noki Bay without any care in the world for where it ended up. So much stuff just fell away, so much stuff stopped being important. I was pretty much completely rid of all the "-isms" that dominate our everyday life, and that newfound perspective allowed me to come to a lot of satisfying conclusions about myself and the world around me.

I still deal with anxiety, but I've only had a major panic attack once since taking them. I've had a few minor ones, and a few dissociative experiences, but overall my anxiety has greatly improved, and it's worlds better than the daily dissociation, constant nightmares, and frequent panic attacks I experienced before taking them. Hell, I've started having pleasant dreams as of late, something I never used to have. It hasn't been as amazing recently as it was those 2 weeks after taking them, but it's still been an improvement upon baseline, and it's getting better all the time.

I've been considering another go at them, but it just hasn't really felt like the right time. I feel like it's more important that I fully actualize all the lessons the first time taught me before I go again. I want to ensure this thing is always my ally not my enemy (and it makes it pretty easy, since it's not addictive) and I'm still working towards some of the lessons it taught me.

But yeah, 10/10 experience. Life changing for the better. Sure, it's an intense experience, but I've had intense experiences before. The thing is, almost all of those were intensely negative experiences, most of which I can only imagine contributed greatly to my anxiety. This was the first truly positive intense experience I've ever had, and that's still paying dividends for me now.

Keep up the good work, friend, and thanks for sharing! I'm glad you're doing well.

I'm gonna respectfully counter this. As someone who's never really suffered from anxiety or panic attacks, I've never felt more anxious than when I've tripped. It kinda made me feel trapped because I didn't so much focus on having a pleasant time but I focused more on "oh shit I kinda want this to be over" and that single thought threw me off and made me feel trapped. Ended up having a really bad trip after that

I've always wanted to try shrooms and your story is motivating! My group of friends and I said if we ever do it we will have someone sober with us to ensure we don't do anything stupid. I can get really anxious when I do coke and I don't get along with weed so I'm a little nervous.

Everyone is different. Set and setting are huge and PTSD can result from a bad trip, just like any other bad experience. If you aren't taking them in the right environment your chance for a negative experience goes up.

Just like anything, this carries a risk. Everyone will respond differently to the wisdom it imparts.

I know that feeling well. I learned that it's all in my head though. Being around buddies that are experienced with weed helps. All I need is for someone I trust to say 'it's ok man you're just high' for me to realize I'm not dying.

Once you recognize it, slow your breathing. Take deep, deliberate breaths and exhale and let your lungs sit empty for a second. Repeat this several times.

Eventually you’ll slow your heart back down and lose the anxiety, heat and any negative feelings.

It’s not instant. It might even take like 20 minutes. Just focus on calm breathing.

For me it’s my body trying to speed up and match my racing thoughts and it’s usually exacerbated by intense video games or social interaction with several people at once — often with an adrenaline reaction like a clutch moment in Overwatch or something.

My brain goes, “Weeeee! Let’s run!” and my body says, “Okay! Heart? Lungs? Let’s do this.” And then I notice my heart pounding and that triggers the “oh shit” panic which is when I have to focus on breathing.

It's an adrenaline release. Maybe a little freaked out from the slight increase in heart rate. You panic a little and adrenaline does it's thing. 3 minutes man. Just remember that when you are having a panic attack. If you can get through 3 minutes you can beat it. If you continue to freak out there will be another adrenaline release and the three minutes will start over. I used to have bad panic attacks that were debilitating and cost me a lot of medical bills. I learned this 3 minute trick and it's helped me tremendously. Hopefully it can help others. Btw, there's some science behind it too, but I'm not all that smart and don't want to say the wrong thing. I just know what works for me. Good luck.

As someone who dealt with fairly severe anxiety when I was younger, I can tell you that acid is a much more mellow experience than shrooms. The latter is more of a punishing and stupefying experience which can evoke a great deal of anxiety if you let it. LSD leaves you so amazed and in awe of everything around you, that you don't even have time to be anxious.

Smoke far, far less. And make sure you aren't drinking, if you ever want to try again.

The first few times I smoked I had horrible panic attacks. The booze, weed, and adrenaline mixed to the point where I was panicking and time had slowed to... 1/100th of the speed it was supposed to be at.

If I accidentally smoke too much (I'm new, I don't know how to tell if it's just how much you put in or if there's other factors... boyfriend keeps mentioning crystals and hairs or something?), I get too stoned and start to panic because the world slows.

That's when I separate. I just completely leave whatever stimulation possible, plant myself in bed in front of a cartoon, and zone to get through it.

I'm just dumb. I did it in the red light district on the busiest night of the week in a country I didn't know well whilst drinking.

And yes I did fill my lungs like an idiot. I don't regret it because I know everything i did wrong. I was just so shocked that I didn't know so I went for another cause I didn't think I took it in right. It was so strong and it hit me so hard that I actually blacked out and can't remember running out of the club. I just appeared in a quiet area sitting on the curb. So weird.

When I smoke too much weed, I get suuuuuper paranoid (am I too high/am I acting weird/I need to lie down in the fetal position type of paranoia). I have found a source to get quality weed and smoke very little at a time. I've recently started smoking a sativa strain that's very high in CBD, and low in THC, and it has really helped with the anxiety.

I've also done acid and it was amazing. It was many years ago now, and I was with friends I trusted who had done it before and knew how to spend the trip to get the most out of it.

MDMA has also been helpful. Personally, psychedelics do more good than harm for me as I've always been somewhat spiritual and they help me feel even more connected to the world around me, and open me up to being more aware of myself. I usually have some sort of epiphany on them.

I've done a shitton of psychs in my day, and smoked a solid amount of weed. I've had several panic attacks of various intensity on weed. I've only had one on psychs, and it's because i smoked too much weed.

Not trying to change your mind. You do you. But weed is way more powerful than people give it credit for, it is much more capable of starting off a panic attack than a tab of acid in my experience.

They say set and setting for a reason. I'm not a psychadelics pro or anything, but I did have a bad trip on salvia once and at some point weed did make me feel too close for panic attacks so I had to stop.

However, these things happened a long enough time ago that I don't really have any issues with taking them.

I'm similar to you on weed. Every time I've tried it, it turned into a bad time. There was only one time I took it and didn't feel like I was going to die, and even then it wasn't remotely enjoyable. However, I did like the smell and taste. But, everything about the high sucks.

I've never done psychedelics but, I have done drugs outside of weed. Mostly cocaine and amphetamines. While I wouldn't recommend partaking of those, they didn't produce that misery. I also did ecstasy a couple times and that was also a fun experience. If I were to do any of those again, it'd be ecstasy (though that part of my life is long past me).

Exactly. I didn't even enjoy myself when I wasn't panicking. I'm open to trying it in a quiet environment but I just don't think weed is for me. The fact that time feels weird makes you feel like your in purgatory.

However, I laughed at a bag of chips for about 20 minutes at the end. BUT I don't wanna go through 2 hours of torture for 20 mins of laughing

My gf suffers from anxiety and depression, I also have cluster headaches, we take shrooms every few months to reset our brains.

We make a day out of it, we go find the most beautiful place in nature that we can find. Have a little drink to get rid of the pre nerves before taking them, then I take 15g and my gf takes 10g of atlantis truffles (we've tried all of them, these are the ones that work best for us). We then have an intense bonding experience for about 5 hours then slowly make our way back to where we are staying and get some food then go to bed and cuddle for rest of the evening.

Same vibe. I took them and felt at peace in a sense. My mind was of course so much more open. I felt the Cid kick in and I decided okay am I going to freak out and cry because I lost my friend in a crowd or am I going to go and enjoy this Gucci Mane concert by myself. I chose Gucci Mane and it was amazeballs.

I don't think I was doing any weird stuff but who knows, I know that I felt so open minded after that experience in so many ways. Realizations on realizations.

Yeah. Get sativa. Also, don't take more than a small tiny hit. You could easily just have smoked too much, which is usually the case. Indica will give you the super high feeling instead of just awake and aware.

Erm, what? Other way around man, most people who struggle with anxiety when they're stoned can't hack sativas (for those keeping score at home: head high, brain won't shut the fuck up and calm down) and do better with indicas. Small hits definitely the way to go though, and high CBD, lower THC strains are also recommended.

I smoked 3 times a day every day for a year. I was a 120 pound 20 year old girl version of Snoop Dog. But then I started having panick attacks. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who feels that way on weed. I don't know what changed but now every time I smoke I have an attack, full on convulsing and drooling and thinking my heart is going to burst. I've tried differed strains and it's the same effect every time. I still have my stash out on the porch because shit, I payed a lot of money for that stuff, but I'm probably going to gift it to a friend who's new in town and doesn't have a dealer yet. My smoking days are sadly over. RIP.

I never intended for it to be that way but yeah, that's how it kinda ended up. Thank you. I'm starting a new outpatient program for my eating disorder this Friday. I'm nervous but I feel a lot of my health problems, physical and mental, stem from my bulimia, and getting help for that will hopefully be a huge step in the right direction (:

Ever since ayahuasca, i have similar trips just by taking a couple puff of weed, used to dig weed now its just too deep and intense for it to be called enjoyable, I surely value my life and people around me when the sobriety eventually sets in after the trip tho.

I used to trip my face off like that, then I went to eat mushrooms with friends one time and got really anxious. Talked with my friends about it and we decided to just eat 8-10 caps each. It was wonderful! Eating the whole eight is for the kiddos and I ain't 18 anymore.

I had a similar experience, except with acid. The person who gave it to me dispensed it from an eyedropper, and they straight up emptied that thing on my tongue. Eventually I ended up hiding everything in the house that was green because they were trying to kill me, and sat upside down on my neck in a corner for hours freaking out that my wool sock was a squirrel. It was terrifying.

This is why I wear boxers, they are exactly the same as not wearing anything in terms of temperature and sweatyness, but if I fall face first out of a window on drugs I'll not be found with my dick on display.

Happened to me with acid man. Completely killed hallucinogens for me in one fell swoop after taking them dozen of times over several years. I won't go into details they're unimportant but the quintessential "bad" trip is a real thing. Havn't touched them in 8 years and probably never will again. I know I'll go in nervous and that'll just screw the trip up for me from the get go. Happy voyages in the future man.

Yeah, one time I took 7 hits of some pretty good acid. I didn't sleep for 3 days and watched dozens of YouTube videos by Alan watts, and paced back and forth and meditated with the dawns. Acid should only last ~12 hours, so the staying up for days was a sign of a mild psychotic break. I didn't have hallucinations after the twelve hour mark, I was just awake and still in that headspace. It wasn't a bad trip but I definitely had to fight against thoughts that it wasn't going to end. And I didn't trip for like a year after that.

Ex Roommate had a similar situation. He got lost in a supermarket. He eventually got the cops called on him because he was eating ice cream out fo the freezers and couldn't talk, only giggled and looked at them with crazy eyes.

I had a bad trip with a friend where I was so anxious of my parents finding out I literally threw up. And to make it worse the vomit in the toilet started to spin and make me more sick. Then by the time I'd cleaned myself up and made it back to my bed I was sweating so hard I thought I was pissing myself. Cue more bathroom trips. Cue more anxiety. Cue dry heaving more while still peaking. I honestly had a serious thought somewhere in there to just kill myself and end it just to make it stop. I'm not a suicidal person but I just wanted to not feel what I was feeling. After that a friend told me to have bars ready anytime you trip because they will put you right to sleep. So yeah, don't do shrooms, but if you do keep bars around for a bad trip.

Yo, I know im late to the comment but I know exactly what you are feeling. My parents walked in on me taking about 9 tabs of lsd and they started freaking out. While they are screaming at me, I keep repeating, "this is why you don't do drugs kids." Your line about the statistics made me think of this nightmare.

I see these comments in this thread are giving psychedelics like mushrooms and LSD a bad rep here. You made a mistake by taking TOO MUCH. It's just like alcohol, one shot of scotch a day is great for your heart health, a glass gets you a nice buzz, but if you finish a whole bottle in one night, you're gonna have a horrible time.

I once bought a quarter of mushrooms because I was going to do them with a friend of mine. We would each take an eighth, one half at first, then the other half hours later, as we

were known to do. Anyways, I start munching on them and my friend

bails last minute. So over the course of probably 10 hours I ate all of it by myself and went on on a Facebook tangent about Mark Zuckerberg being the second coming of Christ. Then I go outside and play in the snow thinking it was raining diamonds, then I go to the bathroom and proceed to walk around in circles losing my mind. Shapes and textures were starting to manifest on the walls and they started spinnin g, but I was having a great time just geeking the fuck out. Then I found an ingrown hair on my tummy-tum and decided to pop it. Well, this is where the shrooms turned on me. I had gotten it out, but I was convinced there was more. So I kept at it until I saw what looked like a worm come out and start wiggling. Then I felt this really hot flushing feeling come over me and start coursing through my veins. I immediately started to panic. So I ran upstairs to my room and laid on my bed looking for the mellowest music to listen to to

maybe calm me down. I chose Coldplay. The red sheets I was laying on started to seem like a blood red sea that I was sinking into and I was getting really hot, so I stripped butt naked and opened the window. This wasn't cooling me down, so I start to actually lean out the window all the while thinking "I'm like one of those fucked up statistics where people take too much psychedelics and jump from

windows". The sun was starting to come up and it made the trees look like they were on fire. I kept trying to tell myself that it was a bad trip, shrooms won't kill you, and that I was going to be alright. Not working. So instead I sat in corner and rocked myself to sleep saying "Jesus is love" over and over and over. I don't even believe in God. Then I passed the fuck out and swore off shrooms for years. I've done them a few times since, but now I just nibble. I'm terrified of having an intense trip again. I haven't done them for like 2 years and probably won't do

them again. That one bad trip kind of ruined psychedelics for me, which sucks, they're a lot of